"Please make a decision early!" Seeing the Norwegian cavalry covered in blood and even some minced meat, like a ghost struggling out of hell, they directly drilled out their left wing and rushed towards themselves. On the hill behind Denmark, the old general quickly proposed to Margaret I - that meant that his majesty would avoid being hunted down for a while, so that would be difficult.

However, Margaret I was still hesitating. At this moment, the army was almost the chief general who died and the entire army retreated. Not to mention what kind of blow it would have to be caused to the morale of the army if the queen of her country was captured. If that was true, it would be impossible for such a great war situation to be reversed instantly. Tens of thousands of Danish troops would have to explain it here.

However, if it is a retreat, then the situation is no different. To put it nicely, it is a retreat. If it is not nice, it is a escape. I saw that the coach ran away, so how could the soldiers below work for you? The battle situation collapsed suddenly, which is also something imaginable.

Not willing to give up, really unwilling to give up.

"My guard has a total of five hundred elite Danish warriors, and they are condescending...so..." Margaret I said this, not sure whether it was convincing his old general or comforting himself.

What a joke?! The old general almost fainted - even if a small mountain bag is condescending? Even if your sister can reduce the speed of the opponent's cavalry a little, is there a difference between sixty yards and bullying the real horse? If you deserve to die, you will die. If it's just like that, it's fine. Even if there are only those tomahawk cavalry in heavy chain armor among the enemy, then it's fine. Even the old general will take the initiative to persuade the queen to stay here. Because the old general believes that the 500 heavy-armed long-handled axe soldiers in the Queen's personal guards will definitely be able to defeat these cavalry who have fought for a while and consumed a lot of physical strength.

However, the old general was full of heavy knights wrapped in steel armor, even the war horses were covered in steel armor, but the old general had no idea. Speaking of which, the old Jingjun who traveled around the world, including Margaret I, had served three kings. He was truly knowledgeable, highly respected and respected. However, despite this, he had never seen such a cavalry. Even when he was a Valangi mercenary in Byzantium, the Byzantine armored paladins he saw were probably not as good as these heavy knight elites. Look at these guys who have been rushing for so long, although many of them were injured and their armor was slightly damaged, they were not even killed. This proves the problem.

It's impossible to win. Unless he is given more troops, and he uses special armor-breaking hammers, chain armor and heavy axes, plus favorable terrain. Only then can he be sure to defeat this team of knights. However, now it's...

Such thoughts went around the old general's mind, and then they remained the same sentence: "Please make a decision early."

To be honest, seeing this group of hideous Norwegian cavalry, Margaret I said in her heart that it was fake that she was not afraid of it - but as the monarch of a country, she said the word retreat on the battlefield, which was a very depressing thing. Even if it was a last resort, she had to find a step - or, in other words, find a scapegoat.

And the old general's repeated urging gave her a step forward.

"Let's just follow your arrangement." The queen rarely used a low posture here. Then she turned around and ran backwards. Seeing this scene, the old general was stunned at first, and then he figured out what was going on. However, what's the use of saying this now?

"Hold on! Cover Your Majesty the Queen!" The old general turned around again and pulled out his sword and shouted. This time, he never looked back at the queen. He must have had the idea of ​​dying in the battlefield to prove his thoughts.

Seeing that the queen of his family had already fled and used herself as a shield, the hundreds of soldiers who left behind were surprised to avoid scolding others. Seeing that nearly two hundred cavalry under Egil were lined up in four groups and rushed over in batches. Then he rushed over to his side - especially the guy waving a single-edged sword in the front row, his aura was like a demon in hell, making people extremely frightened.

After that, just a round of charge, the opponent's guards scattered, and the Danish army's flag fell down - this was the brutal contribution of Egilna's total of eight o'clock.

"Scream! Scream to me! Queen Margaret of Denmark escaped! Hurry!!!" Then Egil urged his subordinates like this. At the same time, he turned his horse and prepared to continue to turn back and attack the enemy's back. However, he did not expect that the horse under his crotch wailed and fell to the ground and foamed.

"Diet?" Seeing the horses that had been riding for several months in their homes were exhausted, Egil was a little sad. Looking at the horses of other guards and tomahawk cavalry, they were all tired and drooling. It was difficult to walk, let alone charge.

"Damn it - dismount!" Egil ordered this, and then he still did not give up. With less than two hundred men who had been demoted from heavy cavalry to heavy infantry, he rushed towards the rear of the enemy. Fortunately, these cavalry were of good physique, otherwise they would have no strength to fight.

At the same time, the sharp-eyed Danes had already had a gap in something wrong - the queen behind them was missing. When I heard the news in my ears shouting "The Queen has escaped!", I was panicked at that time. I only felt a terrifying aura coming from behind, and the timid and even urinated on the spot...

Danish army collapsed.

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat, and this is true. If Egil had not been quick to change his mind and temporarily changed his policy, he quickly led his small team of less than 200 people to the fleeing battlefield. Then they would have been trampled to death by the Danish army who had fled.

It was as if a single lion was no matter how powerful it was, it could not stop the crazy herd of bison. Finally, he hid in the black forest next to the battlefield, and then killed several Danes who ran to him in a panic. After Egil breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the fierce battlefield that was still in full swing just now, more than half of it had dispersed.

Only the Biad Viking Army and a small number of Oslo nobles were left on the battlefield and cheering at the top of their lungs. Egil was a little dazed. Then he was a little scared. Thinking back to the appearance of swords on the battlefield, although the day was still cold. Egil was sweating all over the back.

Just now, why did I rush out so desperately? Egil asked himself this - of course, he couldn't get the answer at all. But he swears that if such a thing happens again, he must escape as soon as possible, no matter what, and absolutely must escape.

Of course, Egil is undoubtedly a scumbag. It is the same as eating cabbage.

However, no matter what, it was a victory, and it was a great victory. It was true that Egil's headquarters suffered heavy losses, but the war still exceeded 3,000 troops. Although the Danish army still had nearly 10,000 troops after this battle, it was completely useless and huddled in the barracks all day long, and was in a panic. If it weren't for the Danish Norway that there was an Ore waterway between them. Then I guess the army had already fled in all directions.

In addition, it was the complete fall of Oslo - it was a bit incorrect to say that Felix was killed by unknown people - most people thought it was a Danes sent by assassins. After Egil sighed a little, he naturally added the title of Oslo Guardian behind his name. He legitimately prepared to take over the territory of Oslo.

Anyway, no one can compete with him now.

At this moment, the Danish military camp was covered with a cloud of sorrow. Margaret I saw the chaos in the military camp, and the military minds changed. Even many soldiers who escaped were as if they were watching their enemies when they saw her queen. Her Majesty was frowning, but she could do nothing.

Having reached this point, could it be that I still want to negotiate with the Norwegians? Margaret I was very confused.

However, face is important or fate is important. Margaret I had already made a choice before.

"So... you Danes are willing to withdraw from Norwegian territory unconditionally, sign trade treaties and non-aggression treaties, and the two countries will be at peace in the future. Is that true?"

That afternoon, a Danish envoy came from Egil's barracks and such conditions were offered.

"That's right, that's exactly what it is, the Count." The messenger said in a humble and arrogant manner.

"Okay, drive him out." Egil waved his hand, and then the two guard knights beside him stood up, one by one, and then dragged the messenger out.

"Earl - why is this?" the messenger shouted loudly as he struggled desperately.

"Do you think I'm easy to bully?" Egil recalled that he almost died on the battlefield before, so he was so angry that he was so angry that he stood up and kicked the messenger a few times. Then he took the scabbard and slapped the messenger's mouth. He slapped the messenger's teeth in two strokes: "This is a treaty I have drawn up, and I will take it back for your queen to see!" Then he winked, and another guard knight took out a parchment roll and stuffed it into the messenger's arms. Then he dragged him out.

In the afternoon of that day.
Chapter completed!